[I have edited a lot of this story, because...I don't know. Anyway, enjoy!]
Title: Underpants
The five Guardians were curled around the fire (not literally), each holding their respective drinks. There was a plate of warm cookies balanced on North's knee, and every time he turned around, a white hand would shoot out and steal a cookie or too. The Russian never noticed, until his hand touched a ceramic surface; that was when he shot a suspicious, accusing glare in the winter spirit's direction.
All in all, it was a peaceful night, a light snowfall outside, but a warm and toasty room, which in truth was quite uncomfortable to Jack. It felt stifling and hot to him, but it wasn't unbearable, so he kept quiet. Unfortunately, the side effects were extra doses of ADHD, more than Jack already had. Which meant he asked question no one wanted to know the answers to.
"Hey, Tooth?" (Jack)
"Yes, Sweet Tooth?" (Tooth)
"Do you wear underwear? 'Cause, I mean, you're covered in feathers and stuff, and it doesn't look like you're wearing underwear, and I just wanted to know, so, well." Sensing that this question was in no way helping the tense, shocked atmosphere in the room, he stopped.
Tooth's cheeks were as red as the fire.
"Hey, Bunny?"
"What?"
"Well, you don't wear underpants, so where's your – "
"If you say a word more, Frostbite, I will end you."